Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Broken, A Poem

Broken, A Poem


I am not stick thin,

life is not worth living.

I am broken within

and finished with giving.


What I think in my head

cannot be true.

Things left unsaid

are left to brew.


Our mentors have failed.

We have nowhere to turn.

 Onward we’ve sailed

with beliefs to burn.


What hope have we

for acceptance and love,

when all we see

is killing the dove?


I want to save you;

it starts with me.

I know what to do.

Bring all to the tree.


Nothing to comprehend

apart from the cross.

Suffering to lend

is a terrible loss.


Try again, He will say.

We have nothing to fear.

Try again, He will say.

I am here, I am here.

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